Sniffia earlier recognized the familiar, strange looking little girl was the one who saved her and her closed friends during the attempt to escape from the city of bounty hunters.
Where‘s Peirce? It runs through her mind as she sniffed, unfortunately the snarling and smell of the rotten creepers along with the grunting of the guards only grew stronger just under the sudden rains that falls of great intensity.
Sniffia stood just as lightning struck through the darkened clouds followed by back-to-back claps of thunder.
She felt the wind whizzed past her and every raindrop drenching down her blond hair and running through her furry clothes with such heaviness from nature, she turned to the little soaked girl and said;
“… I never get to thank you… “
The little girl only raised her wet
